Voracious (The Edge of Darkness, #2)

by Leigh Rivers

Feelings suck sometimes. They’re my best friends, but they’re also my worst enemies.

She could be singing a musical horrendously off-key with food all over her face, and I’d still see her as my own fucking angel.

“Is that why you researched all the side effects to my pill and restocked your minifridge with things to make me feel better? Or when you bought me a hot-water bottle the morning after our first time, because I was sore?”

“The side effects are a little intense. I was being nice.” I raise my shoulder. “I need to take care of you somehow after how well you take it.”

She’s like my own sunrise. Beautiful. Perfect. She fills a part of me that’s been empty and dark for as long as I can remember.

But she always brings a fun side out of me, like her happiness is infectious, and I’m perfectly fine with it.